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"Mom, where did my father go?"

"Mom, they say I don't have a father, I'm a bastard..."

"mother……"

There was a woman sitting in the dazzling light, she couldn't see her face clearly, and she held the child in her arms tightly in a soft tone: "Ask the king to return soon...Son, your name is Ye Youqi."

The gorgeous and warm colors suddenly faded, and the oppressive black surged up.

The little child was curled up in the dark cellar, and there was a messy fight outside. He hugged his knees without daring to show his breath, and tightly clutched the book his mother gave him.

"Good boy, hide in, no matter what happens outside, don't come out!" The woman tearfully kissed his forehead, "Mother loves you! Live well!"

……

"...!" Ye Youqi opened his eyes suddenly, feeling cold all over his body, as if his blood had drained out, and he couldn't even use the strength to lift his fingers.

It took him a long time to focus his gaze and see clearly the environment he was in.

— This is not his own room.

"Are you awake?" Someone uttered a voice, and handed over a bowl of medicine, "Drink the medicine, the fever has subsided, there is nothing serious."

Ye Youqi followed the prestige, and saw that the person in front of him was dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, his eyes were calm and clear, and his whole body showed a sharp intent to unsheath his sword——Ye Youqi remembered that this was Chunyang whom he met outside Yangzhou a few days ago Palace chief.

Why is he here?

Ye Youqi struggled to sit up and took the medicine bowl: "Thank you..."

"May I ask, what's the matter with your mind?" The other party asked very directly, "With all due respect, your pulse is very dangerous."

"I..." Ye Youqi had just started talking, but he was choked to death by the next question from the other party: "I'll give you the medicine and you can drink it. Walking alone in the rivers and lakes without half a guard?"

Ye Youqi's hand holding the medicine froze around his mouth, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "I think...the Taoist priest is not a bad person."

He himself was also shocked, he was always cautious, it was unreasonable to be so confused when he just woke up from a nightmare today.

However, even though he had only met Liao Yungui twice, he felt that he was trustworthy and close. This is probably what people often say - eye-catching?

Liao Yun Guiben was just talking casually, and didn't intend to continue to tease at this time, and said seriously: "Although we met by chance, there are some things I have to say... Although your martial arts are good at the moment, you are like sailing against the current, and the later you hurt yourself, the more you hurt yourself. .”

"You are still young, you can still break through and stand up."

"That's all I said, I hope you think twice."

Ye Youqi listened in a daze, as if a gleam of light broke through the barriers in his heart and shone into the thick darkness.

Since his mother disappeared, he stumbled, suffered all kinds of bullying and grew up with a cold eye. In order to track down his mother's whereabouts and find out what happened back then, he went through twists and turns to visit the hidden sword villa where his mother was born, but he was squeezed out by others. Outer sect disciples were assigned some rough work of cleaning and tidying up, so they couldn't get in touch with the essence of Ye family's martial arts, let alone the people who knew his mother back then.

He has a hidden sword martial arts secret book left by his mother in his hand, no one taught him, so he groped for it by himself, secretly went to the martial arts training ground to watch others practice martial arts, and unexpectedly he also practiced pretty good martial arts.

It was only in the past two years that he did find that he occasionally lost his mind during martial arts practice. The most serious one was when he vomited blood and fell into a coma in the Nine Streams and Eighteen Streams, only waking up the next day.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't solve it. He just thought sadly: He's so useless, he might die if he can't find his mother.

It's not that no one knows about his situation, but everyone may be powerless, or they may not understand, and no one like Liao Yungui said these things to him.

Although the words are few, the words are sincere.

People often say that it is not a gentleman to talk lightly and deeply, but Ye Youqi was almost moved to tears by these few words.

He thought, he really...really was alone in the dark night for too long.

"I... I have never formally practiced the hidden sword heart method." Ye Youqi hesitated for a while, and then chose to tell Liao Yungui the truth, "My mother left me a secret book, and I groped and practiced it myself. I understand why it happened like this.”

Liao Yungui nodded: "This way I understand that the Ye family's martial arts is profound, and it cannot be understood by one's own strength. During the practice, it is most taboo to guess from nothing, and if you make a mistake, you will be in danger of life. But since you are a disciple of the hidden sword sect, Going back to unblock the meridians and start over, it is not difficult to think about it."

"Fortunately, it's not far from Hidden Sword Villa. When you're done, go back to the villa as soon as possible."

"The rent has already been paid, little brother, you can stay here for a few more days to rest, and Liao will leave first."

Ye Youqi didn't say a word, a voice came out of his mind suddenly, which made his brain ache:

Don't let him go!He can help you! !

If you catch this person, you can get rid of the blind man's way of practicing martial arts. You can be reborn and develop a unique skill. Only then will you be qualified to find your mother and help her avenge her!

The body acted earlier than the mind, and by the time Ye Youqi came to his senses, he had already firmly grasped Liao Yungui's wrist.

"Please, accept me as a disciple!"

"..." Liao Yungui looked at the young man in front of him speechlessly, saying that he "begged" him to accept him as an apprentice, but he acted like "if you say no, I'll die for you".

"Sorry, I don't accept apprentices." Liao Yungui slowly but firmly pushed away Ye Youqi's hand, "Little brother is very talented, and he will definitely have a good teacher in the future."

Ye Youqi refused to give up.He climbed down from the bed, kneeled upright, straightened up and raised his eyes to look at him: "My name is Ye Youqi, mother said it means that there is a period of return, and I will be seventeen after June this year."

"My mother was born in Cangjian Villa. As long as I can remember, I have been hiding in Tibet with my mother, and people are always chasing and killing us. Later, when I was seven years old, my mother disappeared. There was no news of her, and her life and death are uncertain."

"I really want to find her, and I also want to know what happened back then and why someone wanted to kill us."

"When I was 13 years old, I concealed my background and went to Hidden Sword Villa. So far, I am just a disciple of the outer sect who can't enter the building outside the building, let alone the honor of being taught by a master."

"If the Taoist leader is willing to accept me as an apprentice, Ye Youqi is willing to devote the rest of his life to accompany and protect me."

The young man looked serious, and slowly bent down - touching his forehead to the ground: "Pray for the Taoist priest...accept me as a disciple!"

Liao Yungui turned sideways to avoid this bow: "I'm sorry."

"To be honest, Liao sympathizes with Brother Ye, but Liao is used to traveling alone and doesn't want to have apprentices by his side."

"Furthermore, Liao has many enemies, and he is living a precarious life, so he doesn't want to involve idlers."

Ye Youqi said eagerly: "I'm not afraid!"

"But I don't want to." Liao Yungui still didn't hold back, "Brother Ye, take care and leave."

The plain white Taoist robe slid past the door without any hesitation, as if a hazy light suddenly went out.

But how could he allow himself to fall back into that hopeless abyss?

There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, Ye Youqi hurriedly collected himself, suppressed the discomfort by himself, and slowly curled up his fingers on the ground.

Maybe it won't be long before these hands won't be able to hold the sword, this body won't be able to move, and will rot quietly in the wilderness. No one will know that he has been here, and no one will remember him.

No.

That won't work.

Ye Youqi supported the bed to stand up, and picked up his saber.

He promised to live well.